Bill Williams held me in thrall, until the hills and valleys in the vicinity of Fort Whipple shut him out from my sight.

But he seemed to have come into my life somehow, and in spite of his name, I loved him for the companionship he had given me during those long, hot, weary and interminable days.
About the middle of September, we arrived at American ranch, some ten miles from Fort Whipple, which was the headquarters station.

Colonel Wilkins and his family left us, and drove on to their destination.

Some officers of the Fifth Cavalry rode out to greet us, and Lieutenant Earl Thomas asked me to come into the post and rest a day or two at their house, as we then had learned that K Company was to march on to Camp Apache, in the far eastern part of the Territory.
We were now enabled to get some fresh clothing from our trunks, which were in the depths of the prairie-schooners, and all the officers' wives were glad to go into the post, where we were most kindly entertained.
Fort Whipple was a very gay and hospitable post, near the town of Prescott, which was the capital city of Arizona.

The country being mountainous and fertile, the place was very attractive, and I felt sorry that we were not to remain there.